Where I'm From

So, Linda had written a poem on her blog that was from a "formula" of sorts that came from a poem written by George Ella Lyons called "Where I'm From." Well, her poem inspired me to go to the link for the poem (which I've put at the bottom of my poem should any of you decide to give it a go as well), and write one of my own. I'm not so good with writing poetry in any form, but I am pretty pleased with what I came up with. I hope you enjoy it and take the time to write one for yourself. Now, without further adieu, my poem:

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Where I'm From

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I am from brown bears and white blankets, from Wonder Bread and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with juice boxes.

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I am from the one and the other; from this home and that home, that family and this family; the brokenness of division and the mending and healing of addition (then multiplication).

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I am from the dogwood in the front and the morning glory in the back, the tall maples and the sweet smelling honeysuckles.

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I am from Thanksgiving dinner in the church basement, then, in later years, at Auntie's. From dark hair, bright eyes, and fair skin. From Caffreys and Wells, and Howells and Morels, and Rudys and Vints.

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I am from getting together once a month to celebrate birthdays and wrapping paper ball fights at Christmas.

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I am from "stop picking on your sister" and "if you don't eat your dinner you don't get any ice cream."

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I am from wearing dresses and skirts to church on Sundays, hymns, camp and true worship at the ocean.

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I am from the garden state and the land of eire, hot dogs with macaroni and cheese and applesauce, and big spaghetti dinners.

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I am from being so sour it'll make you cry to being so sweet it'll make your teeth hurt in two seconds flat. From hearing, "I'm so proud of you" sometimes sober, sometimes not. Most importantly, I'm from a God who loves me unconditionally, and who created me in His own perfect image, exactly as he wanted me to be - flaws and all.

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I am from the self-confidence, comfort and happiness given to me by a man strong in stature, will and love. I am from the lines forming at the corners of my eyes from the sweet boy who is good -natured like his mommy. I am from a heart that melts every time "the one who is just like his daddy" smiles big just for me. Praise God for such amazing blessings.

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And there you have it. Here's the link as promised too http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm.